Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Oscar Wilde (via perfect)
I was just thinking about something like this…how people look for their own voice in others.
Reblogging a quote of this just for the irony. Fuck you, Oscar.
“But I am very poorly today and very stupid and hate everybody and everything.”
- Charles Darwin, in a letter dated October 1, 1861 [x]
If people still sent telegrams I’m sure I would’ve sent this one by now.
A telegram from Dorothy Parker to publisher and editor Pascal Covici. (via)
Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
-Kafka, in a letter to Max Brod
“I’ve fallen in love or imagine I have; went to a party and lost my head. Bought a horse which I don’t need at all.” —Leo Tolstoy, January 25, 1851
William S. Burroughs
“Ron Galella’s 1978 photo of Truman Capote asleep at Studio 54.” Heh. “Asleep.” Riiiiight.
Finally, Malcolm Lowry, poet, novelist, is famed as both a fabulous writer and a fabulous boozer, but who knew of the scandal involving the author of Under the Volcano and a north London schoolboy’s pet rabbit? Now, thanks to the obituary of a 92-year-old, in the Camden New Journal, this dark chapter has come to light. The obit of George Hepburn, headlined “Boy whose pet rabbit was killed by drunken novelist”, tells how Lowry stayed with the Hepburns – a literary family – in Parliament Hill, north London in the 1930s. While drunkenly stroking young George’s pet rabbit, “he accidentally broke its neck”. He panicked, stuffed the dead rabbit in his briefcase and, at a subsequent lunch with other literary types, asked a waiter to dispose of it. Young George was not told until many years later. That’s a hurt one carries to the grave.
Celebrity Story Time: George R. R. Martin, Part 1/3
We are all failures—at least, all the best of us are.
Kurt Vonnegut, Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, Ernest Hemingway, and William C. Williams with their furry friends.
The desk of Hunter S. Thompson.
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